Lowkey this was inspired by a post that said he was afraid of small spiders but not large ones.
You’re a new up and coming pop diva who met him through a mutual friend. A mutual friend who knew he was your celebrity crush. It was simply business at first because the mutual friend was a producer. They asked him if he could do some background vocals with you and he agreed. The studio was full of good vibes and the song seemed to be coming together easily as it turns out you and Michael worked well together. Well your mutual friend notices how well the two of you worked together and conveniently has to handle some business so they leave the room.
Leaving just the two of you.
Alone.
Together.
There’s an awkward silence at first. The sound of him tapping his foot and your chair rolling as you twisted in it was all that was heard.
You break the ice with a hesitant voice as you tried your best to play it cool around him, “sooo…what’s it like having a llama?”
That one question was all it took because when your friend came back apologizing to the both of you they had to pause as they were met with giggles and excited chatter as the two of you talked about animals.
“You like snakes too? I have a python, Muscles! I usually bring him with me but they asked me not to.”
“Aww what? I would’ve loved to meet him. I plan on getting a little hog nose snake. You know the cute little ones that dig? I just gotta move my spiders enclosures….” You would trail off with a small pout at the thought of the work.
His eyes would light up, “You have spiders?! I have a tarantula.”
You would gasp and match his smile, “Cool! I have jumping spiders.”
At this his face would scrunch a bit and he’d shake his head laughing, “Nah…little spiders? I don’t know how you do it.”
“What do you mean? It’s basically the same stuff as having a big one.” You’d say through a little laugh.
He’d shake his head with a smile, “The little ones are too fast. Can’t see when they get out or when they’re coming.” He answered earnestly making you laugh even harder.
Your friend watched and shrugged with a nodding, “bonding over bugs….sure. Why the hell not?”
In the end the song is a smash hit and actually won you a few awards. Your favorite being a certain pop star’s phone number that’s now memorized for whenever you want to nerd out about animals some more.
mature/history era!michael x young!mean!girlfriend!reader
tw|| age gap, mean girl behavior, raunchy talk, slight hints of immaturity, mean!reader may not even know the meaning of pr training let alone have it, Michael tries putting his foot down but mean!reader keeps it elevated, and the use of the n-word (I’ve never felt the need to say it before but all my stuff is written with a black reader in mind)
el oh el so this is nothing like the sneak peak…yeah so ya girl smoked and then saw a picture of diana of twitter and got triggered and made this…enjoy!
You sat next to Michael with your legs crossed and the most bored expression a person could muster up as a production team walked around doing final adjustments. An interviewer sat in front of the two of you having final touches of make up put on while someone from sound checked his Mike. A deep sigh left your lips again causing people to nervously glance at you which fueled even more irritation but you didn’t have a chance to dwell on that as you felt a pinch on your black tights covered thigh.
“Ow! Why you do that?” You looked at Michael with a confused face and a tiny pout.
He leaned closer to you, “fix your face and stop huffing.” He wore a smile but his tone left no room for arguing…not that you wouldn’t try.
As you sat up straighter and put on a small smile you mumbled, “I wouldn’t have to fix anything if someone checked grandma.”
The makeup artist passing by snorted softly and Michael cut his eyes at you making you in turn mirror his side eye and tilt your head challenging him to say something. When he looked away shaking his head and trying to hide his smile you grinned smugly in victory.
The crew maneuvered off the set and just left you, Michael, and the interviewer who tapped a small stack of cards on his thigh.
“Hello!” He says as he was signaled start, “I’m here with Michael Jackson and (Name) (Last Name). How are you two doing today?”
Michael answered positively first and you followed after though his “great!” Seemed a tad more earnest than yours.
Noticing your lack of enthusiasm the interviewer cleared his throat and moved on, “Well you two are certainly the talk of the town! You two and Diana Ross that is. Would we be able to ask a few questions and clear some things up about what happened at the World Music Awards after party?”
“Ask away. We’d rather the information came from us than rumors.” Michael’s hand finding your knee as you began to lightly bounce your leg. You eventually settle for crossing one knee over the other.
“Okay, let’s start with a simple one. What started all of this? Was it because of Diana sitting in his lap?”
Before Michael could even fix his mouth to speak you let out a quick bark of laughter, “I’m sorry. I just-…like that’s obviously what started it? Who would be okay with another woman sitting in their man’s lap?” You squinted and tilted your head as if calling the man stupid without verbally saying it.
“So it’s accurate to say you were upset with Diana before the after party?”
You shrugged, “yeah but I was more so mad at this nigga-oops!” You covered your mouth with wide eyes.
Michael slowly closed his eyes and sighed already picture the lecture his team is going to give him about your lack of PR training, “(Name)….”
“I’m sorry! Honest! I didn’t mean to say that!” You giggled sounding very unapologetic.
The interviewer nervously laughed, “umm…w-we’ll cut that out…”
“Thank you! Now what was I saying? Oh yeah!” You flipped your braids over your shoulder, “I was more mad at Michael than her.”
The man across from the two of you quirked a brow, “you were mad with him? Why?”
You blinked and let your eyes dart around looking for the man’s brain. “Because he was just sitting there laughing like it was cute and funny?….it wasn’t.” You spoke slowly as if it were obvious.
Picking up on your tone the man stumbled to back his reasoning for the question, “Yes-I mean no it’s not funny. It’s just many women tend to be more angry with the other woman than-“
“She’s not the other woman! She’s just an old friend!” A slightly frantic voice stepped in.
You turned to face Michael, “oh we know! That’s a real old friend. Y’all go waaay back and all that going back got you cussed out.”
He squinted and smiled through your sass, “you’ve got jokes today.”
He received a sarcastic smile back.
The interviewer reined things back in.
“So it’s being said things got physical at the party…” the interviewer trailed off as he was met with a pair of quirked brows and confused faces.
“What? Never! That’s all b.s. They just exchanged words.” Michael said in an exasperated tone as he waved his hand.
“So Diana didn’t fall into the drink tower and onto the floor?”
You nodded, “no she did! I just didn’t do it. Didn’t have to. That was the universe letting her know how sick of her ass it is.”
“(Name) please…”
“What? I’m telling the truth! She was being rude to me the entire night and was clinging to you like you were gonna help her cross the street. Her disrespect was as loud as her hair and it turns out me and karma was tired of it.” You shrugged trying to hold in a laugh, “karma just went the physical route with checking her.”
The interviewer nodded and shifted. Almost leaning in to catch all the drama, “She was rude to you? In what ways?”
You scoffed, “She was talking to Mike and it was like I didn’t even exist. Even when he tried to include me she ignored me.”
You saw a grimace make its way to Michael’s face, “I’ll admit. I was angry with Diana for that. It felt like childish bullying so I cut the conversation short. I wasn’t going to allow that sort of behavior towards (Name).”
Your hand finding his as a girlish giddy bubble of pride formed in your chest.
“If the conversation was cut short how did we end up here? Who confronted who?”
“We were leaving because I finished my fourth drink and wanted to celebrate with Michael in be-“ you yelped after receiving another pinch.
“She’s joking!” Michael was flushed and nervously giggling.
You looked into the nearest camera and shook your head. Then your attention was back on the interviewer, “as we were leaving we walked past her talking with someone. She made sure to tell the woman she was speaking to that she wouldn’t be caught dead in what I was wearing.” Your expression then slowly shifted and it looked like you were reminiscing about a happy memory from your childhood, “so I called her an old bitch and said she might be dead soon anyway so she shouldn’t worry about what was on my body and not on hers.”
Time seemed to pause as the interviewer and crew processed what you what. The man glanced down at the cards he held but was at a loss. “I-I…umm….”
You spoke up again with a smile and shrug, “I guess she didn’t like that because she came rushing over at us but she tripped over someone’s dress and fell into the drink tower!” You bursted out laughing.
Michael shook his head trying to hide his smile and act disappointed as he thought of Diana’s fall. “Her behavior was distasteful but someone falling isn’t funny (Name). She could have gotten seriously hurt.” He attempted to chastise you.
You look at him dumbfounded with your jaw dropped, “oh my-stop! You’re not about to act like you didn’t find it funny. You laughed before I did!”
“Lies. You were too drunk to remember it right baby. You’re making things up.”
can you do a fluffy babysitting oneshot with otw!michael? maybe reader gets baby fever from seeing him with the kid or something like that
and children are so naturally drawn to him, and michael naturally has a very maternal energy to him. i think his natural balance of femininity and masculinity plays a big part as to why many where platonically and romantically attracted to him in general.
so imagine how it feels to witness it in person.
the relationships has been going for quite some time, your family very fond of michael. a cookout is being had, and the weather is perfect.
whenever michael turns up to a family gathers your cousins flock to him like a moth to a flame. tiny hands grasping at him, itty bitty voices squeal for attention, and he eats it right on up. your aunties and uncles couldn’t be happier cause one thing about michael, he knows how to keep the kids occupied.
water balloon fights, water guns, hide n’ go seek, freeze tag, jump rope, you name it and he’s the one leading the kids on. toothy smiles are shared between him and the children. when it’s time to eat he’s helping the aunties serve the children their plates, he’s very much a children and women eat first kind of guy.
but at some point the day winds down, family members leave along with their babies, and the commotion runs quiet.
at this point it’s just a few older cousins and the youngest baby, being a few months old. michael has taken the liberty of swaying her to sleep. fat cheeks squished against his chest, drool has somehow made it on her chin. her hair once nearly combed is now a wild mess, curls sticking out every which way. his hand nearly the same size as the baby, gently smooths out the wrinkles of her pink and white striped onesie. and after some time it’s somehow just become you, michael, and the baby.
“you’re so good with kids.” your quiet voice breakers through the silence the two of you been holding, last thing we need is the baby breaking its sleep.
michael looks up at you, full bambi eyes on display. he flashes you a warm smile, “i’m really looking forward to wanting my own family someday.”
and you’d be silly to deny the way your stomach flips, as if he wasn’t giving you baby fever already. he’s so in tune with them, seems to understand them and see them in a level most adults don’t. his unwavering patience and care is not only refreshing coming from a man, but an adult in general. it’s something about children all together that being out a side of him you wish people saw more, people could understand more.
“do you have any candidates in mind?” you whisper playfully, his lips part to answer before the both of you immediately stiffen when the baby readjusts herself. tiny hands unconsciously clawing at the fabric of his shirt.
basically all my moots have seen a least part of this fanfic😭,, i hope you all enjoy it. i love so many of my moots down BAD🫶🏾
inspired by me misreading @eomjs 's fic & thinking Michael spanked the reader in public,, so i thought why not write it. also shoutout to @femalekanye my new evil twin
mdni,, content warning: fighting (involving cake), spanking, cunnilingus, blood, public humiliation (kinda), exhibitionism (kinda), daddy kink (briefly), not proofread
border credits: @suupersonic & @uzmacchiato
Truth be told, you couldn't remember what was the final straw. Maybe it was the way Diana had been circling the two of you like a damn vulture for half the night. Silently plotting on how to get your boyfriend away from you. Your relationship was still fresh, it had only been a couple of months & you knew Diana was going to be determined to test your relationship's boundaries tonight.
You and Michael has already discussed this beforehand, you both weren't going to pay her any attention. Light & polite conversation, that's what he told you. Only it seems like one of you didn't get the memo. You get it, you'd be mad too if you were an old hag who fumbled the king of pop. Michael guided you to a group of colleagues, introducing you to everyone. It was like you all clicked instantly, a conversation about the upcoming music awards flowed naturally
You eventually excused yourself from the group, kissing Michael's cheek before you stepped away to use the bathroom. Once she saw you walking away she made her move, somehow wiggling her way into the conversation he was having. She was practically throwing herself at him by the time you came back. Laughing at his jokes like a damn hyena, one arm wrapped around his shoulders as if he came with her that night. Michael was gracious about it, politely moving her hand away and wrapping up the conversation.
As lovely as it was your boyfriend was trying to take the high road after this pig has toyed with his emotions for years. You weren't so nice. You calmly walked to the desert table, picking up a slice of pre-cut cake before you locked eyes with her. She was seemingly none the wiser as you took in the genuine shock on her face that she couldn't get him to crumble like he'd done in the past. You beeline towards her, glancing back at Michael to make sure he's still preoccupied talking to Q.
Your heels clicked as you raced over to her, the next few moments were a blur honestly. You smeared the cake all over her face and gown. Dodging her attempt to drag you closer a small giggle leaving your mouth as you did so, "if she wants a fight, she can get a damn brawl" you thought to yourself as you made your move. Your hand shot out with terrifying speed, your fist colliding with Diana's over blushed cheek made sharp, sickening crack. The sound echoed drawing the attention of everyone in the room, including Michael.
Luckily, he was on the other side of the room so you had time to get a few more licks in before he could reach you. You watched as she reeled back, stumbling as her head whipped to the side, blood dripping from her mouth as she looked up at you. You could practically see the stars dancing in her vision.
You essentially tackle her, pushing her down to the grown before you straddle her as best as you can in your gown. Your knees pinned her arms down as you rained down punches. The dull thud of fists on skin filled the air, with each strike you could see Michael moving closer and closer. He pulled you off her, keeping you close to his chest as the other partygoers helped her up.
"Are you okay baby?" He asked
You nodded your head, "I'm fine, just a couple of scratches."
He looked you over as some of the other guests helped Diana stand up. She was covered in cake, her hair looked like a rat's nest now and there was blood leaking like a faucet from her lips. She looked every bit of the damn fool she was, you couldn't help but feel some type of smug satisfaction looking at the damage you inflicted as they took her away to clean her up. Michael walked over, checking her over to make sure she was okay before he apologized for your actions.
Any look of satisfaction you had was quickly wiped away when Michael walked back over to you looking pissed. It was hard to get him riled up most days but you definitely succeeded tonight.
"She told me you started the fight. What happened to taking the high road? You decided it would be better to get into a brawl in the middle of a party?"
"I did start it. But you didn't see the way she was moving she was all over you angel." You said in poor attempts to defending yourself. Tilting your voice as you looked up at him with eyes. Your bottom lip jutting out slightly, making you look every bit of the best you were.
"Your outfit is ruined. You mean to tell me you decided to act like a spoiled brat over a situation that already ended?"
"She should've never put her hands on you... I'm not sorry." you huffed out as you crossed your arms
"Oh really?" Michael said softly
You stilled for a moment, opening your mouth to backtrack because you knew what that tone meant. It meant you were about to have trouble sitting down comfortably for the next few days. He brushed off your half-hearted attempts to apologize, leading you to one of the private sections.
He closed the velvet curtain behind him, essentially blocking the rest of the partygoers from looking in as he made his way over to the emerald couch. He sat down before patting his lap expectantly.
"Mikey! We're in public." You whined desperate to make one last ditch effort to get out of this to no avail. You hesitated and took several minutes to step closer to the couch. Michael reached forward and clasped a hand around your wrist, pulling you down and over his thighs. Your toes could barely touch the floor once you were bent over. Michael maneuvered you easily over his lap. Your heart was pounding in your chest as Michael spoke again.
"I know sweetheart." He mumbled as he hiked your dress up, "And that didn't stop you from starting a fight so why would it stop your punishment?"
It was if your brain short-circuited hearing that. You started whimpering out half hearted pleads as he rubbed your clothes cheeks soothingly. He grabbed each side of the lacey material bunching it up between your cheeks to give him more surface area. He kissed the back of your head, "You ready?"
Michael starts off with a slow rhythm of spanks to your bare cheeks. Each spank stings and burns but you just bite your lip, determined to bear it stoically. You were still being stubborn about the fight, but you also didn't want him to notice how aroused you were by this. You can't help but start to shift your hips as a fire starts to burn in your backside and in your loins. Hips bucking subtly as you tried to get off on his lap in between swats. Layers of heat begin to build and overlap as the spanking continues.
"You know when the fight first broke out I thought Diana had come after you? I felt so guilty for binging you here, I was ready to apologize and beg for forgiveness until I talked to her and found out it started when you covered her cake." Michael explained, punctuating each word with a smack to your heated backside. Ignoring the way your legs kicked out aimlessly as you bite back your tears.
"I just couldn't believe it, there was no way my girl would do something like that after we talked about taking the high road. So imagine my surprise when I ask you and you casually confirm it like we hadn't had that talk at all."
You felt your resolve start to crumble as you listened to him. You never considered Michael would think she attacked you first. Still you couldn't help but feel your pussy start to throb being referred to as his girl. You could feel your wetness coat the gusset of your panties. He rained down the last round of spanks as the floodgates opened. They were practically molded to your lips by the time he was finished with you. He lifted you up careful of your throbbing ass as he turned you right side up, pulling your dress back down before he enveloped you in a warm cocoon. Rubbing your back as you turned and buried your face in Michael's neck.
"I'm sorry daddy."
"Yeah? You gonna be my good girl now?" He asked teasingly. He smiled softly as he felt you nod your head against his neck.
His fingers trailed down your back, moving your dress out of the way to palm your ass. His hand moving lower and lower until he brushed against the wet patch of your panties. He brushed his fingertips over your clothes clit teasingly, quickly moving to the inside of your thighs. Massaging at the surrounding skin.
Then eventually, he put exactly one finger onto your pussy moving it in and out slowly. He chuckled softly at your pleads for him to go faster. Eventually he pulled his finger out completely, ignoring your whines as he laid you down on the couch. He pulled your soaked panties to the side before he lowered his head and dragged the flat of his tongue from clit to entrance in one long, shameless stroke. Practically drinking up each sound that left your lips as he continued to lick.
He sealed his mouth over your entire cunt and sucked. His movements were slow and greedy, like he was trying to pull your soul out through your clit. His tongue flicked mercilessly over the hood, then dipped lower to spear inside, fucking in messy, eager thrusts while his nose nudged relentlessly against the oversensitive bud.
He ate like a man possessed, burying his nose into your cunt as he ate you out, not caring about the plethora of sloppy, loud, slurping noises that filled the room. His tongue curled against that spot inside that made your feet curl forced helpless little sobs from your mouth. You bucked up into his mouth, squirming and gripping onto the couch as you got closer and closer.
Your cunt clamped down hard, it pulsed and gushed slick in waves that Michael drank greedily. Groans falling from his lips as if it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He worked you through it, his tongue moving slower until you were whimpering from overstimulation, thighs quivering uncontrollably.
The bottom of his face was soaked when he was through with you. He wiped his face with the back of his hand. Pulling your panties back in place before he helped you up. The fact that you were still in public dawned on both of you. You pulled down your dress, trying to fix yourself up before you had to make the walk of shame to the car.
"Mikey! What if they heard us?!"
"I don't think there's any way they didn't, at least the next thing the tabloids write will be the truth." Michael said teasingly as he walked you the party. Both of you ignoring the stairs as you climbed into the car.
"You kids have fun?" Bill asked
"Something like that."
a/n: i had sm fun writing this and getting feedback from my mutuals. i can't believe my first mj fanfic is smth this crazy 😭. pls send more requests,, maybe i'll write more for mj. no specific era requests tho!! i try to write for a specific era all the time but it always ends up changing by the time i finish writing & i don't want to disappoint y'all so that's a no go for now
Imagine trying to crack ur man and Diana wants to call him. But then he chooses to answer to you jst cut the power
quick blurb before bed— xf! fiancée reader, nsfw if you squint, sub!michael kinda idk, diana can get fucked (by bad karma)
the phone rattled as it rang for the third time that night in the span of an hour. the sound immensely irritating considering it was just supposed to be an alone night. just you and michael, his lips dancing along the inside of your thigh as you two were on the couch, the movie playing long forgotten. a moment of calm in his busy schedule and he finally had time to scratch that itch of yours.
“who the hell keeps calling? i thought you told them you were unavailable tonight.”
“i did,” michael sighed. the sound torn somewhere between exasperation and borderline malice. “let me answer it—“
“michael, you said no work.”
“i’m not,” he promised. standing up but leaning down to place a kiss on your forehead before he walked over to the kitchen, adjusting his hard on in his pants as he did so. “i’m gonna tell them to stop and call back in the morning.”
you huffed and laid back down as he picked up the call on the final ring, messing with your engagement ring.
“hey, this isn’t a good— diana?”
you froze, eyes dragging slowly from the glittering diamond on your finger to where michael stood with the phone pressed to his ear.
his jaw was clenched and you tried desperately to not only hear what that cow was saying on the other end of the receiver but also summoning any shred of willpower you could to not get up and yank the phone away.
you tried desperately to be pragmatic and not fantasize about hitting her with your car.
“diana, i’m engaged. and i know you know that.”
you suddenly felt very, very cold.
michael’s eyes flicked briefly to yours. “what? no i’m not gonna… are you insane?”
you took a gentle breath. in. out.
stood up on legs that felt surprisingly steady and michael watched you carefully as you walked past him and into the kitchen. opening a drawer and shuffling around before your fingers landed on— oh yes, there they were.
then you turned and walked up to him, smile soft.
“diana, you gotta stop calling here—“
snip.
the chord connecting the phone to the wall fell limply at michael’s side and there was a brief moment of sparks.
your hand then wound in the fabric of his shirt and pulled him close, michael’s eyes meeting yours but his pupils were so blown they looked like spilled ink.
“get down on your knees.” your tone was low and left no room for argument.
not that he would, given not a moment later he was doing as told and his mouth was back where it belonged between your thighs.
I have a story (smut??) idea where Michael (any era idc) and reader are the hottest new celebrity couple in Hollywood but one day Michael makes a sex tape of the two of them and it gets leaked…
Sorry if this isn’t the best description cuz i am not good with explaining things 😭😭
Thank you :)
t/w: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, oral (f! receiving), sex tape, hair pulling, you get ran through a mattress, choking, mature! era, controversially young gf? soft!dom michael, after the tape leaked no one ever thought he was asexual again and the “are you a virgin?” questions stopped
wc: 2.4k
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You sat on the bed with your hands in your lap, messing with the edge of the glove you wore. A new outfit Michael had bought for you and insisted that you wore.
He was leaving in two days and would be gone for a while, not to mention you were about to go on a press tour for your new movie, and he had been slowly working up your confidence to get you to say yes to making a tape.
A sex tape.
The thought made you blush as you watched him set up the camera, the lens positioned directly at the bed. Your eyes then cautiously trailing to the door— because of course he chose to do this when your family was visiting. Not only that, you two were supposed to go to dinner with them in an hour.
You already felt light headed. Even though it was just you and Michael, you still felt watched. One half of you found it terrifying, the other a little thrilled.
You loved trying new things, especially if he was excited about something.
Thus your current get up of black latex.
Your eyes then flicked down- it was crotchless.
And there you go feeling lightheaded again.
"Okay," Michael muttered, mostly to himself. "I think that's good." He then stepped behind it, checking to see the angle and the grin that stretched his face as he saw you through the monitor was down right fiendish.
“You look beautiful, baby.” He said softly, “I’m gonna start recording now, okay?”
You bit your lip, eyes glancing at the door one last time before you nodded. “Ready.”
That flashing red light started a moment later and you watched in bated breath as Michael lowered his boxers, his lips tilting in amusement at the immediate starstruck look to your gaze.
You barely had time to appreciate the size of his cock when his mouth pressed to yours in a heated kiss, his hands raking along your bare back and you melted against him. His teeth grazed along your bottom lip and opened for him, his wet tongue sliding into your mouth and tracing every inch.
The feel of your breasts pressed against him sent blood all the way down to his already painfully hard cock and he had to hold himself back from grinding into you. Instead he pushed forward, pressing your back down into the sheets. His lips trailed down to your jaw, a hand winding in your hair and he yanked your head to the side to expose your neck, earning a lovely sound from the back of your throat.
Open mouthed, he latched onto your soft skin, sucking and biting lightly, careful not to leave a mark even though he desperately wanted to. That was fine though, he’d mark you a different way.
“We… we need to be quick.” You managed, your fingers burying themselves in his hair.
“Not too quick, I plan to wreck you baby,” he muttered into your skin as his mouth drifted to your collar bones, his free hand coming up to caress and tease your nipples and that made you groan and buck against him, your bare pussy peeking out from the slit in the crotch and sliding against him.
Michael shivered, reeling in his self restraint. “None of that. Keep still.”
Nonetheless, he pushed against you harder and your hips rolled again, causing him to pull on your hair harder and you whimpered, but it only made you more wet. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“All for you, honey.”
He hummed and you yelped as he suddenly hooked a hand under each of your knees and pushed your legs up and out.
You could hear the voices of people passing by down the hall, but you didn’t have time to dwell as Michael lowered his hips and you ground against his length, an electric sort of friction against your clit and you moaned and a groan tore its way up his throat.
His hands dug into your sides and his mouth latched onto your right breast, causing you to arch into him. Your hands came up to hold his head to you, but before you could manage, your wrists were then pinned above you, Michael holding you against the mattress with his hips to yours and he ground into you again. “Don’t try to take control, baby. You don’t want to embarrass yourself.”
“Usually the man finds it hot when the woman takes control.”
“It’s an entertaining thought but I rather like the sight of you writhing beneath me, and I bet you just love it when I do this…” Michael slowly snaked a hand up your throat, his fingers dancing along the soft and vulnerable skin of your throat before his grip slowly tightened.
You could still breathe, but you could feel your pulse thudding violently and you shuddered as he pressed against you again.
“Keep your hands above your head, don’t move them.” He ordered, his voice a caress on your skin and you nodded, eyes heavy as he started to move down your body.
Then his fingers were pulling the latex out of the way, a blissful sigh leaving him as his breath hit your exposed pussy, making you shiver. “God, look at you… your fucking dripping, baby.”
And then his mouth was on you, tongue flattening from the bottom of your opened and dragging up to your clit before he wrapped his lips around it, rolling his tongue in a point and your back arched off the bed. You bit down harshly on your bottom lip, trying to keep your moaning at a minimum and your fingers grasped at the sheets, desperate to reach down into his hair but wanting to do as told.
You felt like your soul was leaving your body as his mouth dragged down, tongue fucking you as his ofher hand came up to play with your clit.
“Michael, please.” Your tone was torn between a moan and a whimper.
“Use your words.”
“I need your fingers—“
He abided immediately, lips dragging back up to your clit while two of his long fingers sunk into you. Dragging and curling up, his pace quick and deep and you threw your head back, feeling euphoric.
You came embarrassingly quickly, the sensation taking you by surprise but then he kept going— his other hand pressing low on your abdomen while he fucking you with his fingers and his tongue flattened on your clit.
“Michael, I feel… what—“
“Come for me, babygirl. I know you can do it again.”
He pressed down on your pelvis just a bit more and you came again, liquid squirting out of you and all over his face and fuck… he looked so pleased.
“Such a good girl for me,” he praised, bringing up his hand to suck his fingers clean as he then settled his hips against yours.
You bit your lip, your gaze becoming even more hungry as you took him in. Like everything else about him, his cock was an impressive length, thick, and the tip flushed as pre-come leaked out.
Brushing his hips forward, the head of his cock slid through your folds and rubbed against your clit, causing a buzzing moan to leave your lips and you rolled her hips forward, desperate for more but his hand danced back up to your throat and tightened. “None of that,” he warned, his dark eyes nearly looked feral as he glanced down at your dripping and awaiting cunt.
Slowly, he began to enter you, not taking his eyes off the way you stretched around him as he sank in.
“Fuck ,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the bed and you felt dizzy with your lower lack of air supply, his hand warm and firm around your neck.
A groan rumbled in the back of his throat, you were so tight but he didn’t stop pushing in until he was at the hilt. Then slowly pulling out, you clenched around him and he bit into your shoulder to bite back his own moan.
Michael’s thrusts were slow and steady, in no hurry and every few seconds his grip on your throat would loosen before tightening again. He rolled his hips forward, stretching you out and his pelvis created friction against your clit and you moaned loudly, momentarily not caring who heard you but his mouth swallowed the sound as he kissed you, wet and opened mouth.
Picking up his pace, his thrusts rammed into you, rocking the bed frame into the wall and the wood groaned in protest.
You continued to moan and whimper into his mouth, your arms tingling and begging to hold onto him. Michael must’ve read your body language and he pulled back, “rest them on my shoulders.”
They fell immediately, your nails digging into his shoulders and your eyes watered as you were temporarily deprived of air.
“You feel so good, baby.”
He shifted the angle of his hips, dragging himself in deep to the point where he hit your cervix. It was painful and wonderful and maddeningly delicious all at once.
Michael tilted his hips forwards and ground into you, his pelvis creating a slippery friction against your clit, then as he pulled out the the head of his cock dragged against that sweet spot and for fuck’s sake you practically screamed.
“Fuck! Do that again, please, oh my-”
Michael clamped a hand over your mouth, not being able to help it as he laughed and he didn’t stop his rough thrusts—
There was suddenly a knock on the door.
“Sweetheart, we’re gonna leave for dinner in about half an hour.” Your dad called through the door. “You okay? Or still getting ready?”
Michael’s cock continued to drag against your inner walls, slamming into you, his grip on your throat tight and tears slipped down your cheeks. He looked at you pointedly before removing his hand from your mouth, instead burying it in your hair as his mouth latched onto your neck.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m okay. I’m still getting ready… fuck-” Michael bit into your neck. “My hair won’t cooperate.” You bit down on your lip so hard to stop yourself from screaming again as his hand left your hair and dragged down to rub tight circles into your clit.
“Do you want your mom to come help?”
“Fuck no,” your voice was breathless and you cleared your throat the best you could, “I’m sorry, I think she’ll stress me out more. I’m okay… God, I’ll be down soon.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” Your dad walked away and Michael nearly laughed but it turned into a moan of his own as you clenched painfully hard around him. You were close.
“Did that excite you, baby? Nearly getting caught while I fuck you?”
You whimpered, your nails biting into his shoulders painfully and he took in the tears that were streaming down your cheeks, how your chest was heaving, how he stretched you out and how your clit was swollen.
“Come for me, come all over my cock, baby. I want the whole fucking house to hear you.”
The head of his cock rammed into that spot again and he rubbed another circle into your clit and you came with a hard cry, the sensation felt like you just shattered from being struck by lightning.
Michael didn’t stop, but he shuddered violently as you clamped around him.
His rough pace slipped into something erratic, fucking you harshly and the bed slammed hard into the wall, rocking violently on its legs and your heels dug into his lower back, pushing him in deeper.
“Fuck,” he panted, you were trembling and your skin was flushed, his pelvis grinding into your oversensitive clit and you clenched again.
“Just like that baby,” his grip on your throat tightened to the point where it hurt and you genuinely couldn’t breathe.
“Michael!” you cried out, your voice a rasp and laced in pain and arousal.
His whole body shuddered as he came with a deep moan tearing up his throat, his come filling you up, spurting and hot and you felt full.
Michael had never finished inside of you before.
You weren't on any contraceptives, but the thought was lost in the shadows of your subconscious as Michael rode out his high before pulling out, sighing as he watched how his cum mixed with your pooled between her pussy and dripped between your thighs. He ran a finger through it and you whimpered.
Michael lifted his hand to your lips, his eyes burned as he looked at you, “open.”
Doing as told, you parted your lips and his finger slid against your tongue, which you then took to swirling it around the digit and sucked on it.
He could only long to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around him, but he knew they didn’t have the time before dinner.
You let go of his fingers with a pop and immediately after his mouth pressed to yours, though this time much more gentle and he slowly lowered your legs and rubbed circles into your thighs through the latex.
“You did so good for me,” he muttered and your hands buried in his hair and pulled him closer, your lips molding together.
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It was seven in the morning and you had only just forced yourself up to make a cup of coffee after the London premiere for your movie when the phone rang. Your tired eyes blinked at it, confused as to why it would be doing such an offensive thing at this hour.
You picked it up on the last ring, voice rough around the edges with sleep, “hello?”
“Baby? Did I wake you?”
Your sleepiness waned a little bit at the sound of Michael’s voice. “No, I got up a few minutes ago. You okay? Isn’t it like two—“
“Have you turned on the tv or read the paper at all?”
As your grogginess faded, you started to pick up on the edge to his voice.
Your brows furrowed. “No? Why?”
He sighed. “Baby, I’m really sorry. Really. I don’t know how it happened, someone must’ve gone through my things. I’m gonna have to have Bill do a screening on everybody and—“
“Michael, slow down.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “What happened?”
The other end of the line was dead silent and you gnawed at your lip, dread suddenly pooling low in your stomach.
“…No.”
“I’m really sorry.”
Your knuckles tightened on the phone and your teeth sank into your bottom lip before you threw your head back— “Fuck!”
You slumped against the wall, not having the faintest idea on what to do with yourself.
“I mean,” Michael started, tone cautious, “on the bright side, you looked great—“
“Michael, do not finish that sentence.”
You lowered the phone and stared up at the ceiling. Mind reeling because of course this had to happen. Your manager was going to kill you and you dreaded the phone call you’d undoubtedly get within the next hour.
Your gaze then flicked down to the kitchen counter, breath hitching because you had completely forgotten you’d taken a test last night. Two, actually. Just in case.
“Michael,” you started slowly, staring at the two pink plus signs.
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⊱ Michael's voice is his ultimate weapon. In bed, he drops the soft, high-pitched public speaking voice entirely. His natural voice is deep, raspy, and incredibly commanding. He loves whispering directives in your ear, telling you exactly how he wants you to move, praise him, or take him. Hearing him stutter or lose his breath when he's close to the edge is rare, but it's the most rewarding thing you'll ever hear.
⊱ He is a praise king, both giving and receiving. He needs to know he's pleasing you, constantly asking, "Do you like that, beautiful?" or "Tell me what you need." In return, worshiping his body, running your hands through his curls, and telling him how incredible he feels drives him absolutely wild.
⊱ Because his schedule is so unpredictable, when you two finally get uninterrupted time together, he wants to make it count. He has insane stamina (he's a dancer, after all). He loves slow, sensual, hours-long sessions where the goal isn't just a quick release, but complete physical connection.
⊱ He likes to tease. He spent his life perfecting his patience and timing; he applies that to the bedroom. He will bring you right to the brink, then stop, pulling back with a soft, knowing smirk just to watch you beg a little bit.
⊱ Michael is incredibly polite and soft-spoken in his daily life, but in the bedroom, he flips the script. He has a dominant streak that comes from a lifetime of being in charge. He loves commanding you to do things—whether it's telling you to undress for him slowly while he watches from an armchair, or demanding you stay perfectly still while he pleasures you.
⊱ He loves massive, floor-to-ceiling gold-gilded mirrors. He will deliberately position you in front of one, holding you from behind, forcing you to look at how beautiful you look underneath him. He wants you to see exactly what he sees.
⊱ He loves a highly sensory, immersive environment in bed. Think silk blindfolds, feather ticklers, or melting massage wax. He loves taking away one of your senses (like your sight) so you are entirely dependent on his touch and his voice.
⊱ He is honestly incredibly possessive during this era. He loves leaving marks where the public can't see them—inner thighs, hips, and collarbones hidden beneath your clothes. He gets a quiet, smug satisfaction seeing a faint bite mark or hickey on you the next day during a meeting, knowing you belong to him.
⊱ Because of his intense dance training, his stamina, core strength, and flexibility are unmatched. He loves lifting you against doors or walls, holding your entire weight effortlessly while keeping a steady rhythm. He knows exactly how to angle his body to get the maximum amount of pleasure for you.
⊱ Michael loves to push your limits just a little bit. He loves bringing you to multiple orgasms, ignoring your breathless pleas to stop, and keeping you right on the edge of sensory overload until you are completely spent and crying out his name.
⊱ Michael has famously large, expressive eyes, and he uses them to lock you in place. He rarely closes his eyes during sex. He wants to watch every single micro-expression on your face—the way your lips part, the way your eyes roll back, the flush on your chest. If you try to look away because it’s too intense, he will gently but firmly cup your jaw to force you to look right back at him.
⊱ He has a hidden urge for a little bit of rougher, more primal play. He loves the sharp contrast of a heavy, stinging slap against your bare thigh or ass, followed immediately by him kissing the red mark he left. He loves hearing the sharp gasp it pulls out of you.
⊱ Michael has an eye for fashion, design, and fabrics. He absolutely adores high-end, vintage-style lingerie—silk corsets, thigh-high stockings with garter belts, and sheer lace. He will personally shop for you, buying pieces he wants to see on you, only to slowly, deliberately peel them off your body, piece by piece.
⊱ He is the absolute best at aftercare. Once the high energy clears, he immediately shifts into the most attentive, nurturing partner. He loves drawing a warm bath for the two of you, gently washing your back, and tracing the lines of your body with a damp washcloth. Afterward, he'll brush your hair out, scent your skin with lotion, and hold you tight against his chest in bed, humming low in his throat until you both fall asleep.
Synopsis: A rare kid-free night, a few too many drinks, and Michael's birthday celebration at the Orpheum. As the night spirals into unexpected chaos, one thing never changes: no matter how tipsy they get, Michael always takes care of her, and that's exactly why she'll never stop loving him.
It had been a long time since it was just you and Michael.
Not because either of you didn't want date nights but becaussomewhere between school pickups, bedtime stories, and three little humans who had somehow become the center of your universe, nights alone together had become rare. You wouldn't trade your family for anything. The chaos, the noise, the sticky fingerprints on every surface it was your favorite life.
Still, when your mother arrived that morning and shooed the two of you out the door with strict instructions not to check your phones every five minutes, you felt almost giddy.
Michael looked ridiculously handsome standing by the front door, one hand in his pocket while he waited for you to finish getting ready. The same man you'd fallen in love with years ago. The same man who still kissed your forehead every morning before the kids woke up. The same man who carried sleeping toddlers upstairs without complaint and somehow never forgot your coffee order.
Tonight, though, he wasn't Dad. Tonight, he was just Michael.
And it was his birthday.
Birthdays hadn't meant much to him growing up. As a Jehovah's Witness, celebrations like that simply weren't part of his childhood. When you'd first met him, he'd shrugged off birthdays entirely, insisting they were just another day.
You'd spent years proving him wrong.
Not by forcing anything on him, but by showing him how much joy could exist in celebrating the people you loved. Every birthday cake, every Christmas morning, every holiday movie marathon with the kids piled on top of both of you had slowly chipped away at old beliefs and made room for new traditions.
Now Michael secretly loved birthdays almost as much as you did. Though he'd never admit it. This year was special.
A fan-organized celebration was being held at the Orpheum where Michael was also being honored for his contributions and career. Officially, he planned to stop by for a few minutes, say hello, thank everyone, and leave.
That had been the plan.
The problem was that someone had handed the two of you drinks. Then someone else had handed you more drinks.
And somewhere between laughing with fans, dancing to music neither of you could remember choosing, and Michael pretending not to enjoy being celebrated, things had gotten... slightly out of hand.
Exactly how the two of you ended up standing on stage with a microphone while the crowd cheered your names was a story for another day.
The Orpheum Theater glowed under soft stage lights as Michael stood at the podium, his voice steady while he addressed the crowd. "We celebrate the imagination," he said, the words carrying warmly through the room.
You leaned into the microphone beside him and added, "Of me and you, Mike." The audience laughed and clapped. Michael’s face flushed pink, his shy smile breaking through as he looked down at his shoes and rubbed the back of the mic up his face giggling.
What mattered right now was the feeling of Michael's arm wrapped securely around your waist as you swayed beside him, both of you pleasantly tipsy. Because no matter how much either of you drank, Michael always had you. Always.
His hand never left yours in crowded rooms. His eyes always found you first. His instinct was still to pull you closer whenever someone bumped into you. And watching him grin at the crowd before immediately turning to make sure you were steady on your feet made your heart ache in the best way.Thirty-five years old. Three kids at home. A husband who looked at you like you hung the moon. Yeah. You were definitely still hopelessly in love with Michael.
The party moved to Neverland, the ballroom alive with music and dancing beneath enormous chandeliers. You went to your wardrobe and changed into a risqué brown top and jeans set. Michael had changed as well into all black shirt, trousers, jacket, his hair slightly messy, his smile relaxed from the drinks. You were drunker, flushed and grinning, one arm looped over his shoulder while your other hand rested on the back of his neck. You leaned against him, your cheek on his shoulder as you whispered close to his ear. "I can't wait until everyone leaves so I can get on my knees for you." Your breath warmed his skin while you added, "I want to taste you and make you feel good." You gave his chest a light touch, murmuring, "Just a little longer and it'll be only us."
"Thank you all for coming tonight," Michael began, trying to stay on track. The crowd cheered. You pressed a soft kiss against his neck. Michael stopped mid-sentence, his words lost. The audience noticed immediately and the cheering doubled.
"Oh, come on," someone shouted.
"Baby," he muttered.
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
"Loving my husband," you replied, perfectly innocent.
"You know exactly what you're doing," he whispered, but his voice was half laughter, half surrender.
"You are unbelievable," he muttered, the blush creeping across his cheeks.
"Am I?" you asked, your voice teasing and warm. "I’m just celebrating with you."
Michael wrapped an arm around your waist, steadying you, his hand sliding naturally to rest there. "Careful," he murmured.
"I'm okay," you said, brushing your hair back.
"I know you're okay."
Your eyes sparkled. "Then why do you look like you're plotting revenge?"
Michael could only grin. He loved that about you. Always mischievous. Always affectionate. Always him in trouble.
Several hours later the house had emptied. The kids were with the grandparents, the staff had gone home, and only security remained outside. You and Michael were alone in the main room. You climbed onto his lap on the couch, your mouths meeting in a heated, messy kiss. Your hips rolled slowly, grinding and bouncing against the growing bulge in his pants while his hands gripped your waist.
You slid off his lap and kissed down his chest, then his stomach, until you knelt between his spread legs. Your fingers worked his belt open and pulled his cock free. You wrapped your lips around the head, sucking gently at first before taking more of him with each bob of your head. Spit coated his shaft as you pushed deeper, your throat relaxing until your nose pressed against his skin. You held there, gagging softly around his length, eyes watering but locked on his face.
Michael’s hand rested on the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair. You pulled back just enough to breathe, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock, then sank down again, taking him fully into his throat. Your cheeks hollowed with each slow suck. You moaned around him, the sound wet and needy, completely lost in the rhythm.
"Happy birthday, baby," you mumbled around his cock, voice thick and sappy before you pushed down once more, swallowing him to the base and holding there as tears slipped from the corners of your eyes. Michael groaned above you, his hips twitching slightly while you stayed cock-drunk and happy on your knees, sucking him with steady, devoted strokes. Hell you could fall asleep down there.
what if mature michael fucked you in the backseat of his limousine while waiting to be dropped off at an award show? 18+
“m-michael i can’t—“ his finger pressing up on your clit while he moves your own hips with his hands in a circular motion. the friction between his cock and your slick pussy driving you absolutely nuts.
the limousine seats sticking to your legs as the entire back was now heating up from such heavy movements. the knocks from outside turning louder and heavier with each hit to the door.
“s’good for me angel you can take it” he coos tauntingly at the sight of your legs slightly shaking in an attempt to shut them with a good slap of his hand to keep them open, and your eyes glossing up with tears at the immense pleasure you were receiving.
he didn’t care that his security was waiting for him outside the limousine, because all he cared about was digging himself deeper in your pussy— indulging every bit of how wet and tight you were wrapping yourself around him.
at the sight of you shaking and instantly letting the tears slip from your eyes at the final orgasm, your chest heaving at a rapid pace by the sensation; michael lets his free hand touch your cheek before wiping the tear away gently with the pad of his thumb.
can I humbly request manager!micheal actually having to discipline you after you've been bratty all day (maybe saying some slick comments) and the look doesn't stop you in your tracks like normal 🙂↕️🙏🏾
michael's patient.
unreasonably so, at times. when you announce suddenly while on the phone with him that you can't record that day because you "just don't feel like it", he's nothing but understanding. "sure, yeah... feel better soon, okay?" he murmurs, fidgeting with his old wedding ring, spinning it around his finger. when you decide two days later that day-partying takes priority over one of your dance practices, he's understanding again. you're young, and it's not a crime to want to have fun every now and then. when the week goes on, and you become uncharacteristically bossy, demanding specialized coffees or smoothies in the middle of production sessions and complaining about costume outfits you'd previously approved of, michael's understanding still. you're having a bad week, maybe. probably.
then you decide to skip a formal dinner on friday, forcing him to cancel on two artists who were very interested in collaborating with you. it was embarrassing, making that call and having to offer a small "hopefully we can reschedule"! it made him look bad; it made you look bad. that's when michael decides that maybe he's indulged you enough.
...and now you're here, legs spread in his lap while one of his sizeable, capable hands holds you still by your stomach. the other's busy between your thighs, lazily pumping two fingers in and out of your aching cunt. it's nothing short of heavenly when he slides them in knuckle deep, though he always slips them out again before you can fully enjoy it.
you've been here for god knows how long. all you can think about is how badly you want to finish. mr. jackson ("i'm mr. jackson to you," he'd said earlier, when he was sliding the first finger in, "not michael. you've lost that privilege.") doesn't flinch when your nails dig into his thighs or when you whine, plead, and groan about being sorry. he just keeps working you close to your climax, pumping until you're twitching and panting, and then withdrawing his fingers almost completely until only the pads remain inside. when you've calmed, he starts over again. and again. and again. and again...
"i bet now you'll listen," michael croons into your ear as your head rolls back against his shoulder. out of the corner of his eye, he notes how you start to tear up in pleasure, your lashes fluttering before your eyes decide to just close. he's brought you close to cumming again, that familiar heat building right behind his hand along your stomach. you're sure he can feel it, the buildup, the tension. "you're not gonna be a pain for me anymore, are you? you're going to be respectful... and classy... and you're gonna listen. right?"
his fingers curl inside of you, pressing lightly against that special spot that makes your pussy clench against him. a long whine leaves your lips before you can manage to respond. "yes, mr. jackson, yes— oh, yes, yes, yes—"
the sound of his laughter, so thoroughly amused and light, fills the air. it's not enough to drown out your moans by a long shot, though. you're saying yes to his fingers more than to him, but he'll take it this time. "good. very good. i'm glad we're on the same page," he teases, tuilting his head to kiss your jaw a few times as he finally coaxes a full orgasm out of you. it's been a minute since he's done something like this, touching a woman, much less fingering one, but it seems he hasn't lost his magic. michael watches, enraptured, as your toes curl and your eyes start to screw themselves shut. your voice grows breathless as you continue your begging and cursing, all "oh mr. jackson, please!" and "fuck, mr. jackson!".
the sensation of his lips softly pressing kisses to your face and neck completely contradicts how roughly he's started to slide his fingers in. when they're all the way in, he curls, wriggles somewhat— sometimes even presses his thumb against your clit, flicking and abusing the poor thing just to watch you squirm. when you finally, finally cum, mr. jackson grins. no, no, not a grin.
he smirks.
it's not a gentle climax. your entire body shakes as you finish, your hands gripping him as if he's the only solid thing in your hazy world of wetness and heat. it's not a quiet one, either; your voice carries throughout your home, almost echoing, loud and desperate. inside, his fingers pump a few more times. then, michael pulls them out. the hand holding your stomach gently caresses the area, easing you down from the high as he sucks his fingers clean in front of you. when he slides them out of his own mouth, they leave with an obscene, wet pop. he's not normally so lewd about it, really, but it only felt right to put on a show for you. to watch your eyes flicker in disbelief and embarrassment as he sucks your cum right off his fingers... mmm...
"so... i won't have to repeat this lesson again, right?" he asks slowly, his expression shifting into something less perverse, but no less intense.
all the strength you have left in you is put into nodding. "no, mr. jackson. i've... learned."
"good, good," he continues, kissing your jaw once more, "very good. so, tomorrow, we'll do the practices and recordings you missed; then, we'll have to reschedule that dinner and this time, you will attend, no ifs ands or buts."
this time, you don't reply. fucked out doesn't begin to describe how you feel. after being edged for so long, cumming had drained you; the dam had broke, and all the water had rushed out leaving behind a broken dam, a broken you. god, your mind is nothing but heat and fuzz and his fingers. long, large, talented fingers. fingers that felt so good inside... your legs press together, a soft sigh escaping past your lips. just thinking about it has you wet again, much to your own humiliation.
michael just hums. "it's okay, i know your answer's yes." carefully, he shifts you around to carry you. "now, let's get you cleaned up and dressed again, alright? there, there, you'll be fine... really, i wasn't that mean, was i?" he laughs a little as he lifts you up in his arms and stands, "mm, i bet you liked it, even if i was mean. you're a glutton for punishment, aren't you?... yeah, you are..."
gulp... this is longer than my usual stuff here but i think i get a pass today. i try to keep stuff kinda bite-sized on this account bc it's a sideblog, but michael + fingering = me losing my mind. anyone who sends mature era michael pics to my ask box is automatically my fav as well, i love a good dilf sm... i also imagine that he wore his wedding ring during this bc in my mind he hasnt yet taken it off. need that freshly divorced dick badly. anyways, hope u enjoyed!
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꩜⋆. ─ w/c ; 0.5k
you roll your eyes as the next question is asked.
"so, people are wondering, what you think of the ongoing rumors that you wanted to change your appearance to look more white? you know there have been suspicions and honestly they aren't far off."
where are they hiring these interviewers? you think to yourself.
michael jackson sits beside you, hands folded into his lap with his jaw relaxed. you glanced at him, wondering where he gets his never-ending patience.
you take a deep breath and shuffle in your seat. your husband reaches for your hand and takes it, intertwining your fingers with his as he smiles. his fingers run over your knuckles as if he’s not only trying to calm you down, but also soothe himself.
"i think a lot of people take things out of context and repeat things they've heard online and through articles without taking the time to understand it." michael's voice is smooth and filled with a softness you couldnt help but smirk at.
you breathe through your nose as he continues to answer. "my skin color has changed overtime because of my skin condition. i've had it since i was young. that's all."
there's an uncomfortable pause after he finishes. the interviewer tilts her head, not really satisfied with his answer. "but you can understand why some people don't believe that right?" she presses. "i mean-it's a big change. some would say-"
"can we move on?"
the interview turns her head to you, and you see a few of your PR managers behind the cameras shaking their heads, making X's with their hands and fingers. you ignore it. you had little media training, so they couldn’t really control you even if they wanted to.
"i mean, seriously, come up with something else." you say, straightening in your seat. michael taps your hand as an attempt to stop you but you've already hit your limit. "he's explained himself countless times, you people are obviously hard of hearing so cut it out.”
“cut” one of the directors in the back announces and the cameras are cut off from the livestream.
on the way back to neverland, you just stare out the window. you were still a little frustrated, but when michael poked your left arm, your hardened expression softened and you turned to face him.
“you done brooding?” he asks you.
you let out a little laugh and uncross your arms. “sorry.” you murmur. michael grins at you and he grabs your hand gently. “for a second, i thought you were gonna jump over that coffee table.”
your eyes roll and you shake your head.
“i was nooot.”
he leans forward and kisses your temple. suddenly the tension in your shoulders and head released. “i appreciate it, baby. i really do. those questions can get ridiculous.”
“yeah i’ll say.”
michael scoots himself into the middle seat so he could be closer with you. “it did feel good hearing the mrs. jackson though.” he smirked, nudging your shoulder with his.
you giggled, looking down with a bashful expression. you were proud to be a jackson. so very proud.
his smile widens like he’s won an award by getting that reaction out of you.
from yuuyuu ✦ ─ this shit made me mad just writing it because i know how crazy the interviewers were with him i just wish he had someone like this to defend him. arghhhh my heart.
After his first experience with your portal pussy, Clark’s become a bit… attached. It rarely sees the inside of your nightstand now; Clark always has it in his briefcase or backpack. And since you’re always wearing the panties, he can always take it out for a little peek at his pretty pussy. Sometimes, he’ll even take it out in the bathroom stalls. Lick a bit, to sate his thirst for it.
It’s a rare time when Clark is at home, and you’re out. You were busy running errands. Clark’s not used to being home alone. Krypto’s not even here.
With a heavy sigh, he plops right back onto the couch, the familiar blue metal disc in his hands. He unscrews the lid.
Your pretty pearl and folds sit inside, perfect. There’s even a bit of wetness from you and Clark’s early morning sex, cum dribbling from your hole.
After that first session, you and Clark had talked more about consent. Any time you were wearing the panties, Clark could do whatever he wanted. So Clark slides the tip of his cock up and down your seam. It’s warm and slippery. Clark notches the head of his cock right into your fluttering hole, and groans as he slides right in.
You immediately feel it in the middle of the grocery store. That perfect stretching sensation, the heft and fullness that came from Clark. You expect him to move, but he just stays there. It appears it’s a cockwarming sesson. So you go about your day as his cock is nestled perfectly inside, a reminder of how much Clark loves his gift.
summary : after proposing michael planned a runway trip to ‘the most magical place on earth’
warnings : smut, 18+, mentions of vomiting for two seconds at the beginning, comedic fluff in the middle, mentions of jerking off, first time sex ( m receiving! ), inexperience oral ( f receiving! ) , overstimulation. he literally talks about being inside you a billion times??? LMFAO
a/n : well if you want a part three let me know??? this took me DAYS to think of a plot ( this was so filthy I apologize )
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you were staring at the beaming sunlight glittering onto the california road. meanwhile michael looked like he was going to hurl at any moment, he had already snuck out once and that was one thing. driving to another state for two days while his dad was on a ‘work trip’? he’s wondering if he will even be alive once his black shoes touches the marble floor, if he doesn’t make it back before he does. he wasn’t a crazy driver either, his brother’s took pride in teaching him to drive, but he wishes he just mustered up the courage to ask bill. to add to his list of worries he also stole a car out the garage…, and now he was pulling over?
“um michael?!” , you two were on the side of an public flower garden. he held his torso vomiting into the withered patch of grass, you came up behind him rubbing his back. “my goodness are you okay?”, he faced you blinking back the little tears in his waterline. “sorry I’m uh.. sorry” his voice quivered you hugged him tightly. “mikey if you want to turn-“ he shook his head no, “please don’t worry this is normal.. just got worried that’s all, I have a dance I need to perfect once we get back”.
his behavior wasn’t normal he has opened up about his father here and there but not much. if he does speak to you about it, afterwards he tends to drown himself in any form of ‘kiddy’ media to make himself laugh. of course you didn’t mind as you loved to watch or play games with him!, but part of you did get sad knowing the reasoning why he latched onto it in the first place. michael got back into the car you decided to drive the rest of the way, looking over he was fast asleep clutching one of your stuffed animals in his hand. it made you smile at the memory when he playfully begged you, if he could take one home. he just wanted to have your scent with him after a long day of working.
three hours later you two were checking into something called a ‘cinderella suite’. apparently it’s not an easy room to get, but when you’re obviously michael jackson that issue goes out the window. you were unpacking your bags, placing them in one of the big brown closets in front of the huge beds. michael was staring at the bathroom ceiling, it was accompanied with a very deep light up tub and stars engraved in the ceiling. you joined him leaning your head onto his arm.
“are you comfy?” his arm wrapped around your shoulder. “very thank you so much for this”, he immediately became bashful at your words. “of course I’m.. happy”, you shut your eyes a grin gracing your face. his soft voice melted your heart he was truly just a sweetheart. the fact he more than likely wrote this all out, just to plan for you made your brain feel like mush. “michael?”, he looked down at you. “we probably should eat”, for a brief moment he wanted to blurt out your surprise dinner plans. before you could process, he grabbed your hand running you out of the suite and into the park.
“michael!” he giggled, “it’ll be worth it promise!”. completely out of breath, you two were in front of a castle like restaurant. “god damn.. mikey jesus”, all you heard was an eruption of laughter. “well I hope you never have to run track, you’re worse than tito!” you side eyed him, “boy anyways! lets go my stomach is touching my back”. he poked your cheek before interlocking his hands with yours. this restaurant was… empty? “uh mike why isn’t there-“ he quickly turned to you, “I rented it out!” your eyes widened. it was not only humongous with nobody in here, but you knew michael was about to have a field day with the amount of characters in here.
so you’re about an hour in and you would think michael proposed to minnie, the way she has been miming away at your table. part of you wanted to yank the cast members plush head off, I mean it has to be hot as fuck in that costume. this was fine at first, you were fully immersed and enjoying yourself! it seems this minnie had other plans. every time she turned to you she put that furry hand up to her mouth like she was laughing, then entertained your loving fiancé to be by mimicking his dancing. one more damn spin and this plate of steak was about to go flying. not to mention michael has had a giggle fit since you were outside. which was making your sides burn, you both knew nothing was funny but his laughter was so contagious!
as if on que michael reached for your hand the lights in the room dimmed into a deep purple, a group of violin players were adjacent to the stage behind you. you latched onto him walking towards the cleared out floor, a warm hand wrapped onto your waist placing you in an slow dancing position. michael has always been a romantic, he doesn’t understand why someone wouldn’t. before you two even started dating, he would send you letters if he got too busy to call. which was rare because he loved being on the phone. he made sure to spray the paper in his perfume, adding freshly written poetry on the back of his letter just for you.
“sorry for taking so long, we both were trying to stall this is your surprise so.. surprise!” he stepped back to turn you, the soft music taking over the air. you couldn’t help, but press your head into his chest in embarrassment. he laughed pleasantly satisfied with you being the shy one, soon as he left your place he made a lot of calls to get this day to be perfect. you both remained slow dancing in this position, with your head now turned to watch the band play. “I hope I didn’t do um.. too much?” he whispered this lowly. you were quick to disagree, “michael I feel like a princess right now, I wasn’t expecting this at all!” you pulled yourself up to kiss him on the cheek, he returned to the shy man you’re used too.
he fought every urge to cover his face, “thank you so much mikey”. the music ended he paid the bill not before saying, he wanted to end the renting process early and he’ll pay for all the remaining customers. you both left hand in hand once again, the sun was setting and you noticed a ferris wheel. “oh my gosh can we get on that?”, he looked up to see what you were talking about. “of course but..” he tagged you, “last one there gets no cotton candy!”. his long legs took off running, “mike you cheated!”. you ran after him. now you both were panting onto the metal seat, you were resting against his shoulder. “haha no cotton candy for you!” you tickled his stomach earning a line of giggles out of him.
you looked out the window the sky was now covered in stars and a little fireworks show was outside. “mikey?” he turned to you, “can I have a kiss?” you don’t know why you felt shy now, but it may have to do with michael taking charge of the day… which was making you throb. he nodded pulling you onto his knee, in his usual fashion he kissed you slowly. his long fingers were gently rubbing your thigh once more. you squirmed and trust me he noticed, his heart was hitting his chest so hard. he knew what tonight was going to involve, and although he was excited he was terrified.
sneaking back home after leaving your place the house was empty which was rare but perfect. he walked into his brother’s room, taking out every single lewd magazine he could find. he wanted you to be pleased, so if he had to sneak and study until everybody got back home so be it! he was on the carpet floor, a page with a woman nude laying doggy style on camera caught his eye. it didn’t make him hard, because of her body instead he was trying to imagine your pussy. was it pink like he saw the one time he accidentally, put his brother’s porn vhs tape into the tv? maybe it was more brown like? he has seen that in magazines before, was your labia tucked away or was it puffy and visible to the eye? the more he thought the stiffer he got, which meant a trip to the bathroom.
only thing that was heard was whining his back was sweaty pressed against the cold wood, his hand just wouldn’t stop moving. he wanted to know, he needed to know. he got you the prettiest ring in the store that very morning to propose like he promised. he felt so dirty doing this but he couldn’t lie to himself, he wanted to be inside you so bad. taste you even if he doesn’t know how, he figured you’ll at lease teach him.. right? his breathing hitched it was far from an consistent pattern. he pleaded with himself, “I need… god please forgive me- i ne- nngh”. before he knew it that ‘sinful’ substance coated his hand again. he pulled his boxers and pants back up, grabbing a towel to clean up his mess landing on the mirror this time. he ran into his brother’s room afterwards, placing each book back where it was. he felt like something was happening so he jumped back into his bedroom.
he was right his family was back home he assumed they thought he was sick sense, he did mention he was going out to get ‘some cold medicine’. his mother entered the room turning the light on, “‘michael?”. she sat onto the bed turning him over by the shoulder, “oh goodness you really are sick, you face is burning up and..”. she touched his forehead, “you’re sweating! don’t worry mother will make you soup”. she walked out the room cutting the light back off. he stared at the ceiling in disbelief of what just happened, he decided it was probably time for a long shower.
micheal was sitting on the bed of the suite. meanwhile you were panicking in the bathroom, trying to figure out what color lingerie you should wear. one was red which was one of his favorite colors.. ,but the other was purple which was also his favorite color. you huffed to yourself and just went with red. it was a teddy style lace piece, it wasn’t as sheer as the purple. once you two got off the ferris wheel and returned here, michael changed into pajamas. he was now laying across the bed, eyes shut tight trying to remember everything he took notes on and read.
you walked out the starry lit bathroom, all the lights in the room were off besides the gust of light from the moon overshadowing the floor. it was very dark but enough for you to see each other. you stood in front of michael the scent of your lotion took over his thoughts, he sat up his wide hands holding your hips. “this is beautiful”, he dragged his fingers along the lines of the lace. “you think so?.. I was so stressed in the store picking it out” he laughed. “why?”, you pouted for a brief moment looking down at the honey colored floor panel. “I didn’t think you would want me”. his brows furrowed in genuine confusion, “what?” he covered his face blushing intensely into his palms. your hand was then held up, he ran his finger across the heart shaped diamond wrapped around you.
“you’re insane, I can tell you a story of me not wanting someone”, he kissed the top of the gemstone. your face reddened at his actions, “look.. my first time, that wasn’t actually a first time! because I kinda..”. both his palms found their way onto his skin again. “god this is so embarrassing!”, you shook your head, placing your hand onto the back of his neck. “my first girlfriend I guess..? she had said all this sexual stuff on the phone and invited me over”. he sighed “so long story short I was there on the bed and um.. she started to undress the button on my top but I just covered my face”. you giggled trying to imagine this. “I just wasn’t prepared!, she left I know she probably hated me for that”. you pecked his forehead.
“well michael” you removed his hands off his face, leaning over his body with an arch in your back. the lace panties now clinging to the little major wet spot. “how do you feel now?”, he avoided eye contact his mouth was watering and dry all in one. “I.. want to see you”, you tilted your head. “see what mikey?”, your voice sounded so sweet now he had to explain himself or maybe… not? he pressed his finger above your clit. your eyes enlarged at his boldness. “oh I see”, you pulled his finger down to the wet pool on the cloth. “you want to see my pussy michael? how dirty of you” , he winced at your words too embarrassed to say anything. pulling the lace set off you let it rest onto the floor, “all yours” . he didn’t know what he was expecting, but somehow you were how he envisioned in his mind.
a wad of wetness was tangled around your outer labia, if he were to just spread it apart the hidden build up from tonight would reveal its self even more. “it’s pretty”, he got off the bed getting onto his knees. “may I?” , you nodded he held your legs apart with his hands as he smooched up and down your slit. a chain of wetness connected against his lips. “michael-“ , his doll like eyes looked up at you. he slid his mouth onto your clit, slurping you slowly yet sloppily. for this to be his first time doing this, it damn sure didn’t feel like it. “so.. hmph! good”, you practically could feel him grinning midway. a pop! sound was made as he pressed his lips away from your pussy.
he lifted you onto the bed. you straddled him as he sat down, his back against the headboard. he felt your slickness, against the fabric of his pajama pants. you leaned in to kiss him again, his hands finding their way on both sides of your ass. you two were being so messy. his tongue was taking up all your air. it felt like he was kissing you faster the more eager he got. you raised yourself back a familiar string of spit connected you both once again. “I can’t wait any longer”. you laughed getting off of him , arching yourself onto the edge of the bed. swiftly removing his pants and boxers, he was behind you rubbing his pre drenched cum tip against your entrance.
his skin prickled in heat sparks it was only a brief moment, but does this feel this warm?, “michael you can go ahead” you giggled at his hesitation. he pushed himself inside of you, you’d be the first to admit he was wide and took a little getting used to but with how much you were turned on? you truly didn’t mind one bit. “fuck”, it was such a small thing micheal cursed of course but his voice was so needy something you hadn’t heard before. he very slowly thrusted into you. “you’re so w..warm, this is so tight”, he was whining so much with every single pump. “I don’t wanna stop I can’t-“ he honestly didn’t have any thoughts in his mind only sensations. it was like the warmth of your pussy was a feeling he hadn’t felt before, but in combination with the feeling of your spongey walls? he couldn’t stop talking.
“I love your-“ he has to stop himself but he can’t what the hell is happening? , “…pussy this is so good my god- I’m s..so sorry this is so v..vulgar”. you were gripping onto the golden bedsheets for dear life, you were crying just as much as he was but for a different reason. not only were you being stretched out, but he was moving so fast and whimpering about being inside you so much. all you wanted was to hear him forever. you were so soaked and trust me you could hear it. everytime his dick pushed in all you could hear was smacking noises rutting back into you, messy globs of clear stickiness latched onto your thighs. “ you’re so hot on the inside nngh- it feels so g-good”, the bed was dipping from creaking so loud.
you were drooling onto the sheets not really having any thoughts either, a white gooey rim was frothing up. you couldn’t even protest, man… this really did feel good. michael leaned his slender body over your back kissing the top of your ear, “I know this is a lot m’sorry”. little droplets of sweat ran down the crease on your back. he was so overstimulated fucking you was starting to be too much, “I gotta.. stop before I-“. he knew cumming inside was a horrible idea so why can’t his hips stop moving? “ah! mikey.. you-“ he felt like a bee in honey, his teeth sank into your shoulder pulling himself out before you two would be having a new addition.
he rolled himself onto his back, only thing visible was stars. “mikey?”, you panted placing your hand on his chest “you okay?”. he grinned breathlessly nodding. “yes”, you bent yourself over with the little energy you had mustered up, kissing his tip until he came in your mouth. “what- oh!” he cried out softly until his cum hit the back of your throat. you collapsed onto his body, “you did amazing”. he laughed, “ I feel exhausted” the bed shifted then it REALLY shifted.
“um michael?!” he pulled you into his arms as the wood panel holding the mattress in place, hit the floor. “well so much for aftercare”, you two couldn’t stop laughing. luckily everyone working went home, so you’d have time to explain this in the morning. “how about we take a bath?” , he said between giggles you nodded holding hands as you went into the bathroom.
summary: michael stays at your place for the first time. just a few days after being awarded for his off the wall album.
warnings : 18+ suggestive smut?? , shy michael , lots of flirting, mentions of jerking off, he somehow ends up spending the night lmfao.
a/n: i keep thinking how I wish I could’ve been his friend :( + if guys want a part two let me know!
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you were sitting on top of your dryer, listening to michael ramble about how nervous he was going on stage to get his awards. “it was petrifying! I think I hid it well!”, he covered his face giggling. he was leaning against the wall in front of you, dressed in a red sweater and black slacks. usually michael doesn’t get much free time so he snuck out, when he thinks about it too much his heart gets to thumping so… he’s not! “you did hide it well mikey!, I really loved your suit”. he blushed at your compliment. “thank you I wish you could’ve been there, I may have been more calm”. he grinned walking towards you boldly parting your legs so he was standing between you.
“what would.. you have worn y/n?” his pretty doe eyes looked at you intensely. “hmm I think I would have worn something black to match you”. you heard his breath hitch even if his expression didn’t change. “you would’ve looked perfect on my arm”, you tilted your head at him. michael’s curls were slightly resting on his forehead, similar to his documented accomplishment from earlier in the week. he smelt sweet very floral, it was thick but not in an overwhelming way. more like candy coated as it overtook any room he encountered.
he drew swirls against your leg now avoiding eye contact with you. he loved your dryer room it was dimly lit, but the amount of similar colored things gave it unique lighting. “michael can I ask you a question?” he nodded, “of course anything”. you eyed his gentle face before asking. “what’s your favorite thing to do romantically with a girl?”, his eyes widened one of his spacious hands masking his grin. “umm… well I like to- this is embarrassing” , you laughed moving his hand away. “tell me”, he huffed “I’m shy”.
he sighed closing his eyes for a second clearing his mind. “I like… kissing”, you blushed at his sentence. “aww michael that’s so sweet”, you playfully pushed his shoulder. “stop I told you I feel shy..”, it was charming the award winning star being shy about anything. “do you wanna kiss me mikey?”, he glanced at you for a second immediately looking at the dryer beneath you. “I don’t want to not kiss you…” he reached his hand onto your back briefly bringing you in close, you nodded giving him approval. he kissed you so carefully. michael felt like you were a flower on a lily pad, if he pressed your skin too hard it would break.
knowing this was something michael really enjoyed made you throb the tiniest bit. the slightest moans slipped from his lips, his hands were so delicate as his thumb swayed on your leg back and forth, as it was now resting on your thigh. his eyes were closed, brows furrowed. one thing you noticed is he likes to kiss very slowly, he doesn’t like the idea of kissing fast. once he started he couldn’t stop the modest shy man you knew was starting to disappear. now his hands were underneath you, pushing your ass up towards him enough so your chest was against his.
his lips moved so profoundly only auditable that was heard was you two kissing and man he wasn’t lying he really did love this. he pulled away for a moment, “m’sorry… your lips are really soft I didn’t know how to stop” he smiled a blush tinting his brown skin. “no it’s okay I didn’t mind”, michael’s hands stayed in place on your ass while he lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his slender waist, as he led you into your living room. he laid you down on your back before climbing on top of you closing in any space. bringing himself back in he kissed you again although this time he had a question.
“y/n um… do you know how to french kiss?” the question made your heart spin. “kinda?” he laughed “I can teach you hold on” pressing his lips against yours again he kissed you normally for a few minutes, then he moved away placing his thumb on your bottom lip. “open your mouth a little and move as I move”. he stated the most confident sentiment of the night, obeying his tongue danced along with yours the sensation of smooching again filling up the room.
you weeped not really being able to breathe from this angle, but no way in hell were you going to tell him that. you pressed half moons into his back making him shiver in a feeling he didn’t want to express. he was hard against your thigh, very hard actually. his hips bucked up the louder the sounds got. you pushed his chest back for a second, a line of spit connecting you both made its self visible. “michael you’re…”. he immediately got shy once more, not looking you in the face. “I’ll take care of it just um.. ignore it”. you ran your hand against it, a very whiny moan left his throat. “no please I’m too sensitive”
he didn’t mean to mention his big secret. although yes the main reason he wanted to wait until marriage, was a big reason he didn’t have sex. he also felt embarrassed. every single time he hid in his bathroom flipping through a playboy magazine from his brothers, it was a must the sink or shower was on. if not all you would hear was michael making himself cry and sob as pre cum rubbed all down his dick, his eyes shut so tight tears spattered. it wasn’t really a point in the printed pictures even being there. silently pleading with himself about how intense it felt. “hmph.. ugh so… g-good mmh!” a prayer in his mind at the same time, asking god for forgiveness for how lewd his thoughts were. squashing noises in his wide hand, as hot fluid overtook his palm. the thickest shot of cum ending up on whatever surface is in front of him, making him feel guilty as he cleaned it up.
you moved your hand away “marry me” you jolted so fast pulling yourself up, as he sat down next to you on the couch. “I’m sorry did I hear you correctly?!” he giggled “marry me I.. really like you we’ve known each other for a long time so will you marry me?, I’ll get you a really pretty ring”. your arms wrapped around his neck, “michael oh my gosh!” he raised you so you were straddling around his waist. “then we can actually y’know”. you playfully gasped looking at him, “oh does michael want to be inside me?”. he bashfully shielded himself “no! that’s not the only reason!”.
you pecked his cheek “you’re so cute yes michael I’ll marry you”, he placed a little kiss on your neck. “can I stay here tonight?” you nodded as he picked you up again walking into your bedroom shutting the door.
summary : you and michael have been engaged for a bit, you are hanging out in the new penthouse he bought you.
warnings: 18+ filthy smut , barely a plot, mentions of making love, oral ( f receiving! ), aftercare of course!
a/n : off the wall era next! , the stars next to the title will always indicate what era is coming up! I also made a masterlist!
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you, were standing in the bathroom one leg on the counter as you applied your new fruity summer lotion against it. michael was sitting on the bed reading a fresh new peter pan book, he received from a thrift store he snuck in a few days ago. his disguises usually don’t work but this time you helped him. he finally got to shop like a normal person, hear what people’s daily conversations are about and most importantly have a bird eyes view on the way people love.
whether that was a group of teens buying something for the other if they didn’t have enough money, kids running around laughing playing in the store, young adults making plans to try and split the difference to catch a movie or older adults attempting to get decorations for their kids birthday parties. ( he couldn’t resist and gave everyone money, but told his security to do it once he got back into the car ) just simply hearing all of these conversations made his heart happy, he secretly teared up about it behind his black sunglasses once back in his truck.
you were wearing one of michael’s old disney shirts freshly out the shower, you finally finished your ‘post shower routine hopping into the bed. “hi baby” michael said pushing down a corner of his chapter book sitting it aside. you smiled as he pecked your cheek. “hi” you said warmly, “you smell like lemons” he laughed as you moved down to rest your head on his chest.
“you smell like oran- did you take my perfume?!” he side eyed you, before quickly looking at the plant in the corner. “I have no clue what you’re talking about y/n” you swatted his arm, “ow punk!” he giggled. you got up to straddle him. “I knew you couldn’t resist”, rolling your eyes you removed his reading glasses. “now I can see your pretty face”, he smiled kissing you softly.
he felt your bare pussy pulse on his leg, “hmm someone doesn’t have on a certain piece of clothing”. he carefully slid his hand up your leg, “may I inspect?” you nodded as the shirt was now laying onto the beige carpet floor. he raised your body up a little, two of his fingers messed around with your labia. he was fully capable of spreading it apart, but instead all you felt was his thumb taking charge swiping back and forth. your head was now resting on his shoulder, you made eye contact with the wall in front of you panting against his chest.
he on the other hand was silent watching you get even more puffy on his thumb, growing wetter by the second. michael had a thing for playing with you before starting intimacy. it was something about being able to feel your skin at first, then that turning into not being able to feel nothing but stickiness solely from him that really got him going. “please” almost like you were being ignored, he dragged his hand onto your clit rubbing you gently. “you can be louder, let me hear you” obeying his demand you turned back your head, mouth now next to his ear.
“your hand m-michael I… hmph can’t” , he laughed lowly, “we just started love, you have a long way to go”. he felt a film of warmth run down the back of his hand onto his forearm. “I wish you could see how much is coming out of you, I haven’t even made you cum yet”. he completely stopped touching you making you throb around nothing. “relax I’m doing something”. you felt both his hands snake around you, he held your ass apart watching whatever remaining wetness was going down against your thighs. extremely lewd of him, pathetically lewd honestly but he didn’t care.
“michael…” you felt embarrassed knowing he could see inside of you, the height difference giving him a better view didn’t help either. “let me watch for a bit I’ll put my mouth on you I promise”. you twitched at the vulgar language, it’s always shocking hearing him speak like this it never won’t be. “dripping just from being held open?, oh my what a dirty girl you are.” your hand gripped the back of his shirt tightly. “you know… we haven’t made love in this house, I don’t like that.”
in any interview when michael is asked about sex, he is quick to say ‘it’s a private thing’ or ‘I’m a gentleman’. which he isn’t lying the privacy portion isn’t from, if the legendary entertainer bends his fiancé over or not. it’s what flys out of his mouth during it that would probably make a lot of people throw that whole ‘innocent’ act out the window. that is a core part of his personality, he does have a sense of innocence. although the first time you and michael were intimate, you couldn’t believe just how many dirty things could come out one human’s mouth.
nevertheless he is a gentleman always has been. especially when he gets off stage accepting an award , he takes you to his dressing room. always leaving a trail of kisses on your back, asking if you were comfortable, or if anyone made any snarky comments towards you. the more places he kisses the more flushed your skin becomes, which is worth more than away award he received that night.
“lay on your back baby” he releases his firm hold allowing you to finally move, all you wetness now feeling cold from how long he pride you open. getting on top of you, he kissed you neck the biggest weak spot you have. your whole body was tingling barely able to even form any thoughts. your hand ran up and down his back, “so impatient” he patted your clit “I’ve spoiled you too much, I’ll be nice tonight but I won’t tomorrow”. he moved down between your thighs holding your legs up, pussy all against his face. he spat a large amount, you bucked your hips in arousal.
taking your clit in his mouth he sucked lightly, “n-not enough…” you felt a vibration of laughter as he lifted his head up. “alright but you asked for this so don’t start crying”. he pressed your legs back so you couldn’t move, consistently licking up and down your messy slit placing kisses here and there. it was a lot you weren’t expecting him to not stop at all, he kept going it was beyond messy. your skin immediately felt like it was pricked, your heart was beating so fast for a moment you couldn’t register why this felt so intense.
tears flew down your face, just like he called it moans replaced by the whiniest sounds he’s ever heard you make. “I can’t I really can’t!” michael rose himself up enough to look at you, before spitting another long string of spit on your pussy. “aww you cant take it? my poor baby you have to be careful.. what you ask for”. he knew you genuinely didn’t want him to stop , you’re straightforward with him always in that regard.
your slimy labia felt like it was glued apart his tongue was now so deep inside you, squishing and slurping noises was the only thing in your ears. you knew he was messy, but this was overtly like anything he’s done before. words felt like a forgotten memory. all you could do was moan your heart out. you pushed his head down deeper, which made him whimper into you. after what felt like forever he pulled back. very gently pushing your labia back in place. turning his attention onto your clit, from his point of view this cleanup process was going to be long as every crevice of your body below seems drenched.
he went back to coating every single scream out your body, the sheets were beyond soaked between the stream of cum falling out of you and all the saliva that had came out of michael’s mouth “c..hmph cumming” you sounded so sweet that sentence barely sounded coherent, you came hard into his mouth. the thought to overstimulate you was there ,but he decided to save that for another time. I mean you were balling your eyes out from his tongue a break was well deserved.
“good job” he pecked your thigh, you were breathing so hard. one minute he was in front of you, next thing you know he has pulled you over his lap to clean you up with a towel. “jesus… sorry I got carried away” you breathlessly laughed “it’s okay thank you”. he sat you up next to him, handing you a glass of leftover orange juice from the night stand. “I think we’re going to have to sleep in the other room”. he pointed at the big damp spot on the bed. “I’ll have to explain this to the maid in the morning.. and probably make her sign an nda”. he kissed your forehead then poked your shoulder. “tag your it! “ michael bolted out the room “oh my god you didn’t even give me a chance!”
summary : when your anger is spiking michael knows just how to calm you down
warnings: smut, 18+, lots of sweet talking, fingering, he’s can’t stop staring at you, he becomes super dominant at one point??, ofc aftercare ( with cockwarming! )
a/n : this was not the fic I was going to post today but I’ve been mad all morning lmfao
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you were scrubbing this damn bathtub so hard the paint was threatening to fly off. that bitch took it too far at michael’s photoshoot. “ohh michael you would fit this sooooo well” , “ohhh michael what big hands you have compare them to mines!”, “ohhhh michael you would be such a sweet dad” the maids walking by your bathroom did a double take as you were the one cleaning, but quickly taking the opportunity to have an off day. the crunching noises from the sponge was bouncing off the wall so loud it was ear splitting. not to mention you left the shoot early, making an excuse you were sick so there’s no telling what bullshit was said after you bolted out of there.
the sounds of clacking was next, of course this was your loving husband and the heavy silver buckles on his boots. “um.. uh baby?” his eyes were widened at the view. no reply from you which slightly made him afraid, he plopped himself down on the marble floor beside you. “bill brought kfc do you want some? I’ll even give you the best piece!”. he leaned his head to smile at you, eyeing you up and down. “yeah? give some to that whore she could use it”. michael didn’t mean to burst out laughing at your comment, but he genuinely found this to be very stupid for you to be mad about.
“sweet girl you sound ridiculous… is that why you’re in here like cinderella?”, you glared at him he was damn near impossible to stay mad at but especially when he’s having a whole giggle fit. “mike I’m serious!”, he reached over into the tub moving the sponge out of your hand. “for starters I don’t like you cleaning you’re not a housewife” he made sure to say this sternly, suddenly he was behind you his heavy hands at your waist to stand you up. “second women do this to me all the time, but I’m not interested.” you leaned your head onto his chest, he rubbed your scalp against his fingers.
“I’m in love with you endlessly”. you rolled your eyes you wanted to be mad so bad, but michael is so easy on the ears. he doesn’t raise his voice and if you said you needed space, he would give it to you even with a ping in his heart. “think of it like this she only knows ‘oh wow michael jackson!’, but you know me personally I’m not just the singing twirling man on stage”. this made you laugh, “yeah so what people fantasize about me?, you actually know me silly girl”.
he released you from his arms. “now can we please get out this bathroom, I want to get out of all these heavy clothes and eat”. you nodded interlacing your hand with his, you walked into your bedroom. “how’d she even make you that upset?, you usually don’t care about that type of thing”. well dammit this time was much different than usual and partially was probably because he looked so good on set. michael usually wears his floral perfume, late night while you were sleeping he dug through your stash. taking one of your favorites, this way it felt like you’d be with him during the long grueling day.
seeing him dressed up sometimes made you feel like a fan girl when you see him. then on top of that he was basking in your fragrance?, you contemplated about giving him the baby he’s been begging for. you admit you may have a slight big obsession with your husband but that’s your business! you couldn’t really answer his question, you barely had an emotion that made sense let alone an answer.
you laid sprawled on the bed as michael changed into something more comfortable. momentarily his speech wasn’t being paid anymind to, as you thought back on the hour when you went to visit your husband. it wasn’t that you thought she could take michael from you, god no it was the fact that she touched the parts of his skin you only have access to. the parts you dig your nails into, the parts that rests against your stomach when he’s inside you. that’s what enraged you.
“hey where’d you go?” michael was now standing in front of you. “sorry” confusion landed on his face, “baby I know you’re not still thinking of that makeup artist”. you pouted it was over with. you weren’t even mad at him anymore, the horse has been dead for a whole thirty minutes. for some reason you just couldn’t shake this rattling feeling in your bones. both his hands were pressed on your bare legs. you were wearing a lingerie silk purple night gown, you bought a long time ago. he kissed your cheek, teasingly cooing “my jealous girl”. the bed dipped as he sat next to you, pulling your head onto his lap.
his hand rubbed your back as your nightgown left you exposed underneath. it was very short originally when you were frantic in the bathroom, you had on fuzzy pajama pants. a mirror was overlooking your side, giving michael a full view of your pussy since you were in fetal position. “I never noticed this had glitter on the back”, your breath hitched at his sudden low tone. “you find such pretty things”, his fingers pulled the rest of the cloth up your backside. “for you to be so angry, you sure are getting sticky” you panted being fully exposed was one thing, but being in front of a mirror added an extra layer. two fingers messed around with your inner and outer labia.
“I don’t know why you’re letting this lady impact you so much”, minuscule noises prompted out your mouth. “you’re all I could ever want, do you know how lucky I am?”. he spread you apart his tacky fingers thumping between your plush labia. “my love you’re my everything I truly mean that”. a consistent thwack! sound was heard as his words coated your ears. “she’s pretty noisy tonight huh?”, he said this in a teasing tone again embarrassment clawed at your skin. “you’re the only one who ever sees this side of me, foolish of you to think I’d want otherwise..”. this came out more sharp than he wanted but it was true.
“by the way I fired her after you left, I saw the moment you got upset so… don’t think I can’t read you, if anyone can pick up emotions changing it’s me”. for a moment you felt guilt knowing his childhood revolved around high’s and low’s. from a young age the quickest lesson michael learned was faces, and how to find the hidden paths it can reveal. you moved his hand away, causing him to swiftly pull away. “did I hurt you?”, you didn’t say anything instead you straddled him giving him a hug. “I’m sorry michael”, he held you tightly. “it’s okay” he giggled, “I’m not mad at you love” he pecked your shoulder.
“can I make you feel good? lease thing I can do” you nodded. “m’kay lay on my chest and open your legs”, you obeyed. his ear directly behind yours, “greedy girl wants me all to herself huh?”. his hand interlocking itself at your core, rubbing slow circles against your hardened clit. “hmph! m-m”, he laughed gently “can’t even get my name out?”. he slammed his hand onto your clit, “i wanna hear it tell me who this belongs to”. you yelped at the firm contact, “c-can’t”. you felt his eyes on you, “you mean to tell me..” his slow circles became faster, “all this whining you’ve been doing since I’ve got home..”. his hand glided down your slick arousal, one of his fingers tapping threatening to pop in your entrance. “and you can’t even say my name?”.
you winced at his shift in behavior ,“that’s fine I’ll get it all out, you just relax”. he pumped two curved fingers into your warm gummy walls, shielding sense of touch. “maybe it’s up here?”, you gripped his right arm digging your nails in harshly. “no? not here” he pushed in further, your wetness swishing back into its self. “michael please”, your back arched propping yourself up. “there it is”, tears fell from your eyes as you babbled incoherent words. “come on sweet girl you can let it out I’m right here.. let me see”.
your mouth watered he felt so deep inside you, he was mushing on your weak spot tenderly. you could feel his heart pounding on your back, and god if only you knew how much sloppiness he was shoving in and out your hole. he genuinely would do this all night if you asked. seeing your eyes roll back, you barely being able to get a word in and the deep red marks carved into the white markings on his biceps made it all worth it. “I’m c-cu” he peppered your cheek in kisses, “I know pretty I see it”. he cooed once again. your body immediately felt limp, as he pulled his fingers out of you.
“you okay?”, he pushed your hair out your face. nodding you turned back into fetal position as nothing, but cum flowed out your pussy and down your thighs. michael slightly felt like a perv, but he couldn’t stop himself from watching this in the mirror. your body automatically pulsing it out of you, a thick slimy splotch encased your vulva. “m’okay” you pecked his chest. he opened the nightstand grabbing a fresh towel, “I know you’re sensitive but I have to clean you up”. if he looked any longer he was going to overstimulated you for another hour. you parted your legs while he dragged the fabric until, you were more so damp than soaked.
he took the gown off leaving you bare, lifting you up into the other bathroom you didn’t attack. “michael!” you giggled, “just running you a bath I’ll join you”. he kissed you sweetly, holding you until the water fully ran. he planted you down undressing himself, before getting into the water. usually when you two take a bath you cock warm him, and this wasn’t any different. “you’re supposed to be getting aftercare right now”, you rolled your eyes. “this is normal!” he playfully bit your shoulder, “okay but if I put a baby in here..” his finger poked at your stomach. “you can’t get mad”. you gleefully stuck your tongue out, making him laugh. “I love you so much” you grinned “I love you more always” .
hiii omg pls could you do a nasty fic about michael’s pussy inspection kink ughhh mature era michael having you bent over his lap as he takes a look at your pussy BYEEE
M.JACKSON MATURE ERA .𖥔 ݁ ˖
summary : you are michael are shopping at an luxury mall!
warnings : smut, inspection kink ( f receiving! ) , fingering ( f receiving! ), brat tamer if you squint, short aftercare!
a/n : anon I’ve been thinking of this request ALL MORNING, literally squirming in my bed
you were looking through a rack of robes meanwhile michael was the the dressing room, trying the millionth silk button up. he rented out the mall for friends and family so everyone was scattered around different shops. in this store it was just you, michael and security guards, who were laughing amongst themselves at the entrance door. this luxury store was huge and technically you both had a lot of privacy which you weren’t complaining about at all.
you were adorned in a dress and heels, although you were starting to regret this because your feet were hurting. you and michael had been cooped up in the house since he’s on break from working, you just needed to remind yourself what you looked like dolled up! every flip through this rack was pissing you off all you wanted was a pastel pink robe, but it seems like you were only finding plaid print. you huffed before, hearing your husband giggling at you poking his head behind the wall. “what’s so funny?!”, he covered his face laughing harder. “I’ve been watching you yank through clothes for five minutes, we can just go to another store baby”
you playfully rolled your eyes, “come here love”. walked towards him a pout appearing on your glossy lips, as you laid your head on his chest. “what’s wrong?” , “I just wanted a new robe!”. he titled his head, “we have the entire day to shop you’re being a brat”. he pecked your forehead, “help me with this shirt”. you entered the spacious dressing room, it had a couch along with a… bar?, anyways you closed the curtain your freshly manicured nails clasping the last button. michael closed the grey curtains behind you, “it’s kinda cosy in here”. you grinned taking in the environment, michael was now in front of the mirror. “hm? oh yeah it is very nice.. very beautiful”, you walked behind him pecking his shoulder running your hands on his chest.
“do you want something from me?” he asked softly, “no just looking at you”. he turned around picking you up in his arms, you both eyeing yourselves in the mirror. “how about now?”, you giggled kissing his cheek. your dress had rode up exposing you being bare underneath, luckily you were one, behind a curtain and two, had privacy to really do whatever you wanted. “you’ve filled out here”, you playful pinched him. “hey! I meant it in a good way, you look good”, he earned a glare from you. “I noticed it yesterday when you were wearing those pajama shorts, I felt.. like a creep”. you laughed, “michael I’m your wife you can look at me”. he slowly spun back and forth rocking you, “I know I just never really paid attention you’re very pretty”. you blushed your skin redden more when you suddenly thought back, to what occurred in the limo an hour earlier.
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you were sitting crossed legged against the burnt orange velvet seat of michael’s new limo, although today was family day this was the one private transportation you and michael will be riding in. he just wanted to kiss you with no interruptions. the privacy window was up and he recently had this soundproofed. he pulled you into his lap per usual rubbing his hands all over your thighs. his mouth was now resting at your ear, “you know I need to check down here”. he pointed just above your clit, immediately making you slick at the thought. “how about when we get to the mall?”, he briefly thought about this before agreeing. “okay but.. lift your legs a second”, you obeyed his fingers cusping around the band of your panties pulling them off. “this way I can see how you would actually look”, he placed your legs back down, pulling your dress back into place.
now you were over his lap on the couch. your dress might as well be up your back , with how far he’s tugged it up. “you’re drenched all between your legs”, he laughed. “you’re the one who took my panties!”, he spread your legs out a little more. “I did it so I could see it on your thighs not the fabric”, the fact that you two were in regular conversation, goes to show how normal this is for you. “move your leg a little further out”, you obeyed as he spread your ass apart. you throbbed around nothing as he started to peel your labia, his calloused thumb adding vibration. “looks good in here, I just need to make sure your nerves are working right”. he cupped your gummy inner and outer lips together with one hand, thumping his middle finger up and down repeatedly on your leaking flesh with the other.
this made you whimper not quietly though since nobody was near you two,”you’re doing a good job, let me check a little more”. he raised you off of him for a moment laying back onto the couch, “turn the opposite way”. you straddled him backwards your pussy now close to his face. “much better I can see all of you now”, he pushed one finger into your entrance curving it slightly. you mumbled a few moans, your head was leaning against his bent knee. “seems warm in here that’s good”, you felt another finger added a slimy build up of wetness coated his fingers. “almost done”, you whined in impatience he was doing this extremely slow on purpose.
“faster..” he ignored your request you let out a cry in annoyance. “I’m doing an inspection you can wait until we are at home… so it’s done the proper way”, he removed his fingers leaving you feeling empty. he kissed your hole before gently shifting you off of him. your arms were folded as you were now sitting normally on the couch. “stop pouting sweet girl”, he lifted your chin cupping your face. “how about we buy you something pretty and I’ll make love to you at home deal?”, you nodded michael pecked your forehead. he fixed your clothes once again reaching for your hand, you felt a gush of cum attaching its self between your legs with every step. as you exited the clothing store, michael looked for the nearest vending machine to get a bottle of water, just because you were out doesn’t mean aftercare went out the window.
a/n 2 : sorry this ended up being more of a drabble! 🥹😭
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